Mateless and Home Bound

Chapter 29: Farm

Another silent bullet flew into flesh. It was almost a waste of bullets with how many he had been using lately. The only sound that could be heard was the gasp as the hunter looked down at the black bile that was now gushing out of his stomach.

"You know," he told the rest that were there. "Most people think that the deadliest injury is to the brain or the heart. No one realizes that there isn't really a way to recover from an intestine injury. Not unless you get shot in a hospital, that is."

"Why are you here?" one of them said.

"I could ask you the same question," he told the man. Those eyes only held hatred and a hunger for power. He knew that look well, for he had seen it many times in his life.

"And what if we offered you something more valuable than anything you ever imagined?" those eyes kept going back from the gun to his face. He tried to look like he wasn't afraid, he would give the man that.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, his gun never wavering from it's position. "Let me guess: This is supposed to be the moment when I get convinced to let you live on the premise of gaining power. Then, when you actually get your target, you all plan on killing me and I live the tragic tale of The Fool?"

These humans really must have thought he was born yesterday. They even had the back up plan of having one of their members try and sneak up from behind while they distracted him. One quick shot through the intestines again, and the group was down yet another member.

"How about you finally tell me who's hiring all of you?" he asked. "Because I know that you all didn't just decide to share this power."

"I don't know what you're talking about," they started backing up. All of them looked even more nervous than before.

He could go on for hours if he truly wanted to. He needed at least one of them to crack. He needed to find out who the leader was of all of these groups that he had found. They were just like pests: the more you killed, the more came.

He just wanted to find the nest already.

The sound of paws hitting the forest floor came to him again. Right when he was actually getting somewhere, too. He couldn't have that pack witness this. Then there would be countless questions and a potential fight with them.

And it was so difficult trying to explain anything to those balls of fur.

He finished the last of the people off just like he had done the last time. They probably thought it would be safe to travel during the daytime. They had caught onto him following them early on. It was interesting watching them try and outsmart him again and again. They had no idea just how many times he had to deal with stuff like this before.

Once they were dead, he searched through the bodies in the flash of an eye, letting his devices off his belt to clean up the job. They all had the same things that the others had. Nothing was special about this group. It was annoying, but all he needed was a little patience. The answers always came sooner or later.

The paws were getting closer. From what he could hear, it was only one, though. Which wasn't exactly like wolves. They usually traveled in groups. It could have been that lookout that he had seen that other night, but it didn't smell the same.

Sighing, he pulled out his tablet. The best thing he could do was try and act normal. The devices swung back to his belt just on time.

"Hey!" a familiar voice wafted through the trees. He looked up, pretending to be confused. It was the same boy he met right by Agatha's hut.

"Good morning," he smiled at him. The kid couldn't be more obvious. He wasn't even wearing a shirt. Just some pants. Those childlike eyes were shining with curiosity and wonder. He hadn't had many look at him like that. He still remembered the first to do so.